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Cursed Six Strings
Bree Elrod; Sadie Sink; Pokey Lafarge
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When I die, let me fly seven miles high on wings
Not six in the ground with his cursed six strings
Not six in the ground with his cursed six strings
A poor young rambler courted me
He sang me songs as he strummed his six strings
Well, I gave him my heart, he placed his silver ring on my finger
Well, two became one and our daughter made three
But the rambler would sing of his great destiny
He said, "Babe, I must wander this world, but I'll be home come winter"
And I say, "Ayะต, aye," I kissed him goodbye
I watchะตd him go on with a tear in my eye
He walked miles and miles, the song he did sing
He rambled and picked at them cursed six strings
He rambled and picked them strings over me
The days grew short and the nights they grew cold
My rambler he died, and all they sent home
For his next of kin were them cursed six strings in a casket
Well, I dug a grave six feet in the ground
So them buried six strings could not make a sound
And my shovel struck oil, and our soil was poisoned with Plazma
And I sing, "Aye, aye," O'Dessa, my child
I wish I could fly, feathers in my spine
I would rise seven miles up to heaven above
To be with my rambler, my darling true love
To be with my love, my one and only one
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